ears ringing in the aftershock

[a poem]

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the other shoe just

dropped and i lost

my rose-coloured

words. misplaced

my marbles vacuuming

dog hair from the creases

of my couch while the country

burns. fear on special

at every diner, hope

living in the folds

of chaos. we are tired.

so we dig shovels into

propaganda’s dazzling

mask and hunt for

truth, an ever-moving

target. ears ringing in

the aftershock. the rest

of the world looks on,

wide-eyed and

slack-jawed.

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